O mistress Mine by shakespeare

O mistress Mine By shakespeare

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O, stay and hear;your true love's coming

That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further,pretty sweeting;
Journeys and in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love?'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then,come kiss me,sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.